There’s a moment in many people’s lives when they realize the path they’ve walked hasn’t been a straight line.
Looking back, mine certainly hasn’t.
I grew up around Catholicism, but from a (basically) Methodist background. I attended Catholic schools from fourth through eleventh grade, including an all-girls school that shaped how I thought about education, womanhood, and faith. Religion was simply part of the background of my life for a long time.
But being surrounded by faith is not always the same thing as choosing it.
Over the years, my spiritual life became more complicated. Like many people, I asked questions. I explored other traditions. I spent time in Protestant communities, in Catholic communities, and at one point even found myself drawn toward Wicca. Each season taught me something — about belief, about people, and about the human desire to understand the world and our place in it.
At different points, I stepped away from the Catholic Church.
And at different points, I found myself returning.
Not in the same way as before, and certainly not with all the same assumptions. But with a deeper awareness that faith, like life, often unfolds through questions, experiences, and the quiet work of time.
Along the way, life kept moving forward.
I became a wife. I became a mother. I grew older and, hopefully, a little wiser. Marriage has a way of revealing things about yourself you didn’t know were there. Motherhood reshapes your understanding of patience, love, and responsibility. Both have taught me more about humility than I expected.
The older I get, the more I see that life is less about having everything figured out and more about learning how to walk the path we’re given.
That’s part of what this blog is about.
The Long Way Home is a space where I’ll be reflecting on the winding road of faith, marriage, womanhood, and life. Some posts will explore spiritual questions. Others will look at the quiet lessons that come from relationships, family life, and simply growing older.
I don’t claim to have all the answers. In fact, one of the most important things I’ve learned is that certainty is often overrated.
But I do believe there’s value in reflecting on the journey — in noticing the moments that shape us and sharing the lessons we gather along the way.
If you’ve ever found yourself questioning, searching, leaving, returning, or simply trying to understand the path you’re on, you’re not alone.
Sometimes the long way home is the path many of us are meant to walk.
The Long Way Home.. 